Out of the Box Short Stories
Out of the Box Short Stories
We traveled through the alleyways and side streets, keeping our heads down and trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. The farther we traveled, the rougher the areas became. Thin, emaciated children roamed the streets, their eyes vacant and hopeless, likely orphans left to fend for themselves. Adults fared about…
I rushed from my hiding spot, staying light on my feet and as crafty as night. I came up behind the two men, readied my strongest arm and plunged my short double-edged sword through a man’s back and into his heart. He made a grunt and fell to…
I heard footsteps entering and Brone’s voice say. “You can come out. The danger has passed.” I threw the blanket to the side and crawled out from under the bed. Brone was no longer at my door. He was a room over giving Akiko the same instructions. Stepping from…
We settled into our new home but our hosts, Brone and Almana, were extremely nervous and seemed eager to keep their distance. Their gazes of revulsion and the twitching of their noses gave indication that perhaps we smelled badly. Spending weeks at sea without much fresh water for washing didn…
When we arrived at the grandest and largest land mass in all of Dwarkaa’s Domain, the ship was docked and the gangplank lowered. Andrei and some of the warriors helped to secure the disembarkation of the false Dwarkaa crew. I went to stand beside Razmig on the deck, both…
I began scribing the events of this mission to hopefully one day share with my clan leader, Xiomara. This was what she requested of me. Only if I survived my assignment would I be successful in handing the scrolls over to her. Xiomara is a powerful clan leader and also…
Andrei and I both stood from the table as Donagh entered our residence. His antiquated leather outfit looked beggarly on the former high ranking, Dwarkaa Ship Captain. He’d taken on the Akoni Farrin typical garb and it was odd seeing him so comfortable wearing it. “We are going on…
Donagh looked well fed and healthy. No sign of torture, imprisonment or harsh treatment showed on his robust body. Seeing Donagh, my previous Dwarkaa Ship Captain, standing before me on the ground of a low-based farrin and clearly siding with the clan leader, Xiomara, was more than I could…
The next day we sailed for Akoni Farrin. Downing my third mug of grog, I manned the ship myself. I’d wrapped my injured arm with some white linen but the pain had worsened and blood had seeped through. I ignored the pain, thankful that the grog numbed the throbbing…
Screeching filled my ears as I arrived on deck. The sea monsters were still very present and eager for more warrior blood. I was determined not to give up mine for their malicious and ravenous hunger. I needed to get to the bridge, check on my First Mate, to see…
